Yuri said nothing, but his breathing picked up speed.
“I don’t know what that makes me, or us, and I don’t particularly care. I want you. You want me. This isn’t a difficult equation. Not even for you.”
Yuri stuck his tongue out at Angelo. “Wanker.”
“Mm,” Angelo agreed. He bit Yuri’s neck then proceeded to suck a mark onto it to match the one in back. “But you want me.”
“Fuck me. Yes. But you already knew that.”
“Yeah.” Angelo cupped Yuri’s face. “It kind of scared me at first, you know. All that desire I saw pouring out of your eyes, even when we were too young for any of that.” He kissed the tip of Yuri’s nose.
“I developed early,” Yuri said smugly.
Angelo groaned. “Didn’t you ever wonder about the spanking?” His lips brushed Yuri’s.
Yuri pulled him down closer and deepened the kiss. After surfacing for breath, he said, “Not really. Only that I liked it. Like it. A lot, really. I had no idea until that first time, but you fucking blew my mind that day. I came so fucking hard.”
“I remember. It scared me. But I liked it, too. I liked knowing I was the one who made you come. I liked that a lot. So when you came back, I gave you more. And then, it sorta became a habit. It was the easiest way to touch you.”
“But all those girls.”
Angelo frowned down at Yuri. “But all those men.”
Yuri blushed. “I needed more,” he whispered.
“So did I.”
“You’ll want more again,” Yuri whispered.
“Not if I can have all of you. Can you do that, Yuri? Can you give me everything?”
Yuri bit his lip then released it. “Can you?”
“I’m damn well going to try.”
“I don’t know.” Yuri sounded close to tears. “I want you so badly, but I can’t imagine how or why you want me back.”
Angelo kissed the corners of Yuri’s eyes. “You’re beautiful. Have you seen yourself?”
Yuri pouted. “I’ve got no tits, a dick that’s hard to ignore, and my boy pussy is not self-lubricating.”
“Please don’t say boy pussy ever again.” Angelo tried to keep his face serious but he cracked a smile anyway.
“It’s not funny!” Yuri punched Angelo’s shoulder.
“It kind of is. You act like women and men are a completely different species. Nobody is exactly like another, but they’re still very much alike, regardless of gender. You are sexy. I find you sexy. Except when you say boy pussy.” Angelo dipped his head down to kiss Yuri. “That is awful and you should never say it ever again.”
Yuri’s mouth was tight with anxiety, but as Angelo kissed him, his lips trembled, then gave way. Angelo sank into Yuri’s mouth, one drugging kiss leading to another and another and another. He wanted to kiss Yuri’s mouth forever, to taste him and breathe in his scent and revel in the feeling of his slim, lithe body beneath Angelo’s.
Even when Angelo pulled away to catch his breath, Yuri remained quiet. A silent Yuri. Would wonders never cease?
Angelo took both their cocks into his hand and stroked them. It felt so good. So amazingly good. But the best part was looking into Yuri’s face and seeing the ecstasy etched there. The ecstasy that Angelo’s hand and cock and body brought him. It was some heady stuff. Angelo didn’t think any other lover he’d ever had in the past had ever looked at him with such naked desire and need.
“Tell me what you want, Yuri.”
Yuri bit his lip. “What if it’s something you don’t want to do?”
That brought a myriad of alarming and erotic images to Angelo’s brain. “You won’t know until you ask. And if it’s something I’m not sure of, we can negotiate. I don’t think I could hurt you. Really hurt you. Not like…” Angelo trailed off, not wanting to say Lord Dickface’s name.
“No. I… like pain, yes. We already know you can give me what I need there. You’ve been giving it to me, off and on, for years now. We know that works. No, I meant… more like sex. What you’re willing to do. To a guy. To me.”
Angelo gave Yuri a long, lingering kiss. “To a guy? Not much. To you?” He kissed Yuri again and again. “Everything.”
“Even my cock down your throat?” Yuri asked, one brow defiantly raised.
Angelo pictured it in his head and it was such a primal act. He found he wanted that. It would be like the spanking, only different. Maybe even better. Yuri would be at his mercy, wouldn't he? Angelo would completely control Yuri's pleasure. The thought made him shudder.
Yuri, however, leapt to the worst possible conclusion. “See! I knew you’d draw the straight line somewhere. I suppose I can live with it. Fuck. It’s not like I have much choice, do I? Not until they leave us alone and we can—”
“No!” The word ripped out of Angelo in a bolt of fury. “No one else. Not ever.”
Yuri’s eyes narrowed. “But that’s not fair. Not to me or to you.”
“I said no.”
Yuri shook his head but didn’t say anything. He looked angry and tragic and lost. Angelo decided it was time to do something about that.
He'd earlier imagined moving down Yuri’s body slowly and methodically, but this was neither. He moved rapidly, his hands gripping Yuri’s slim hips and moving him until Angelo’s face was level with Yuri’s groin. Yuri's cock was erect, pointing upward, and surrounded by neatly trimmed hair. Everything else was shaved smooth. Angelo touched him, feeling nothing but warm, achingly soft skin. Then he brought his gaze to Yuri’s erection. The foreskin had pulled back to reveal a dark, pink head.
